[This filmed by someone else, as Sif sits at a table in a bar in the seedier part of the City, surrounded by a crowd of people chanting. Before her, sits and angry looking, muscled man. Claw, Claw, Claw, chants the crowd; cheers the crowd. Non-pulsed, Sif raises her arm and sets her elbow on the table. The burly man does the same. They lock hands.

Claw, Claw, Claw.

Sif remains unimpressed. Someone whistles. The Claw's face grows redder by the minute. Sif yawns.

Someone brings her a large pint of beer. She smiles at the NPC, takes her glass, drinks it; her arm never budging. And then, as she sets the glass down gingerly, she slams the Claw's hand to the table's surface, the crowd silenced. With a smug grin, she holds her free hand out; the Claw pays up. Sif stands.]

Men. Ladies. Our friend Claw has lost with honour, and in his honour, we shall drink. Ale for everyone!

[The silence is broken by cheers. Sif, Sif, Sif, is the new song. Smiling, Sif walks over to whomever is holding her device. Unfortunately, her face is out of sight, expression unreadable, when she takes the recording device back. Her tone, however, is strangely soft. Subdued.] That will be enough of that.

[ooc; Maybe all those drunk texts made Sif miss drinking; or maybe now that she's the only Aesir left, she felt the need to drown her confused feelings in beer and feasting. FEEL FREE to have your character be present in the bar, FEEL FREE to action thread this as you wish. Just keep in mind she's the Asgard version of a wild party animal, apparently...]

Probably for the best. My morning wood is pretty horrible. I wouldn't want to tip the earth's axis / create a new magnetic pole

( ooc: shhh backdating. )

[He's looking down at the device with a look that is both sardonic and wary.]

Is this where we are to meet again? Or is this my condemnation? How easily I could lay it all at your feet had it been your doing and not my choices. [He laughs bitterly.] Ah, I suppose I should be appreciative that this is neither Paris nor Hell, and that all the choices and sins I have brought upon myself have yet to touch this place.

[He sighs.] So long as there is something similar to a cabaret here, I suppose I have no complaints.